Part 14 (2/2)
”I want to f.u.c.k you, Maggie,” he whispered harshly, his fingers still moving restlessly, caressing her c.l.i.t through the thin silky lace. ”But I want to take my time doing it. Want to tie you to the bed, your arms and legs spread, your sweet little p.u.s.s.y all open and wet for me, just like it is now.”
”I...” Maggie's heart was racing so hard she felt like she couldn't breathe. ”I...we couldn't.”
”Oh, yes we could,” Kor told her. ”I'd tie you down and lick you all over-and that includes your p.u.s.s.y, Mistress. You'd have your legs spread apart-you couldn't stop me from tasting that sweet little c.u.n.t of yours. Couldn't stop me from pressing my tongue deep inside you, tonguef.u.c.king your hot little p.u.s.s.y until you came for me-came all over my face.”
Maggie's breathing was growing more and more ragged and erratic. G.o.d, she couldn't take much more! His eyes holding hers were so intense and the way he was describing everything he wanted to do to her in that soft, deep voice was almost more than she could bear. It was too much-she wanted to look away yet she felt powerless to break his gaze.
”Kor,” she managed to whisper. ”Oh, G.o.d...”
”And after you finished coming for me,” he continued. ”And I licked your sweet little p.u.s.s.y all nice and clean, then I'd take you.”
”Take me?” Maggie murmured.
”f.u.c.k you. I'd f.u.c.k you,” he emphasized.
Maggie bit her lip. ”Hard?”
”I wouldn't be rough with you-I told you'd I'd never hurt you.” He stroked her p.u.s.s.y softly, as if for emphasis. ”But it would be deep. And slow.” He kissed her, his lips catching and holding hers for a long, breathless time before he continued. ”I'd take all night with you, Maggie,” he promised, holding her gaze again. ”And I'd look into your eyes just like this while I penetrated your soft little body. While I filled your p.u.s.s.y with my c.o.c.k and claimed you as mine completely.”
Suddenly Maggie couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure that had been building inside her from the first moment Kor bent to kiss her panties when they came into the banquet hall, suddenly seemed to explode.
Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her back arched and her fingers curled into fists against his muscular shoulders. She was pressing her p.u.s.s.y up to meet his hand, spreading herself wantonly to get more of the delicious sensation of his fingers tracing her through the thin white lace. In the back of her mind she knew it was wrong but she couldn't seem to stop, couldn't seem to do anything but gasp and moan and come as Kor stroked her open p.u.s.s.y through the panties, giving her exactly what she needed though she would never ask for it.
At last she collapsed, panting in a heap...and that was when she heard the soft hooting.
”Wha-?” Her eyes flew open and she looked around in disbelief. At least seven Sensorians, including the master of the spa, were standing around her chaise lounge and making strange sounds like barn owls. The other mistresses were watching with wide eyes.
”Kor?” she whispered sitting up and pressing her legs together tightly. ”What's going on? Why are they making that...sound?”
”That's their way of applauding, my dear Lady Pope'nose,” Mistress Gin'gin whispered to her. ”The Sensorian way of expressing admiration for a Pleasuring very well done. I've only heard of it happening once before-you should be very honored.”
”And all without removing your clothing.” Lady Ponce'beast, on her other side, looked positively green with envy. ”I was joking about that, you know. But if your slave really does know a special technique I'll pay to have him work on me.”
”His technique only works on me-because I'm really, uh, sensitive,” Maggie said quickly. ”I'm afraid it wouldn't be much use to you.”
”Oh, very well.” Lady Ponce'beast sniffed. ”Well, at least let me memorialize the event. As Mistress Gin'gin said, it's extremely rare.”
And before Maggie could protest, she had whipped out what appeared to be a tiny recording device and began taking multiple pictures.
”Um, thank you but that's enough. We really have to get...to get going.” Maggie tried to stand but her legs were still too wobbly. Kor had to help her to her feet.
”Careful, my lady,” he murmured softly as he lifted her up with one muscular arm.
”Um, thank you, Kor.” Maggie couldn't help noticing that he was still staring at her in the intense, possessive way. She dropped her eyes but then all she could see was the huge thick ridge of his shaft, obviously painfully erect inside the tight black leather slave pants he wore. Maggie swallowed hard and looked quickly away. G.o.d, what had she just done? And had Kor been serious when he told her all the things he wanted to do to her?
Suddenly the master of the spa, who had been standing with the other softly hooting Sensorians, spoke up.
”That was a masterful performance, I must say,” he remarked. ”I was wrong to have doubted you, Lady Pope'nose.”
”Th-thank you,” Maggie stammered. Was she really being congratulated on how well she'd had an o.r.g.a.s.m in public? Could this get any more bizarre? ”It was all Kor-he's really, um, amazingly good at...at that,” she ended lamely.
”So I see.” The master of the spa looked at Kor speculatively. ”Although in our experience, only pleasure that comes with true emotion behind it can engender such a response.”
”I-” Maggie didn't know what to say to that. Was the master talking about her emotion or Kor's?
”Which is why I wish for you and your slave to accompany me now to the Remembrance Pool for an after dinner sweet. We have Pillow Fruit.” He said it loudly and looked at Maggie expectantly, as though he had just offered her some rare and delicious delicacy and expected her to jump at the chance.
”Pillow Fruit?” Lady Ponce'beast interrupted before Maggie could open her mouth to reply. ”You actually got hold of some real Pillow Fruit?”
The master of the spa nodded. ”I did. You and the rest of the Mistresses in this rondula will be welcome to join Mistress Pope'nose as her guests if you wish.”
”Oh yes, yes please,” Maggie said at once. There was no way she and Kor could turn down a personal invitation by the master of the spa himself. But maybe if there were enough people there, they could slip out unnoticed.
”Well, I for one would be happy to come,” Mistress Gin'gin said, smiling. ”I've always wanted to try Pillow Fruit.”
The other mistresses in their little grouping chimed in, agreeing that they would be pleased to go to the Remembrance Pool as well. Lady Ponce'beast was the last to speak.
”I'll come,” she said. ”But I have something to...attend to first.”
”Very well-it's settled then.” The master of the spa nodded graciously at Maggie and all her 'guests.' ”If all of you ladies would follow me to the back entrance of the Remembrance Pool, we will be happy to accommodate you.”
Chapter Thirteen.
”Come on,” Lady Ponce'beast snapped at her slave. ”This way-hurry up! If you make me miss the Pillow Fruit with your dawdling I'll turn on your pain collar and leave it on all night!”
”Yes, Mistress!” The unhappy slave scuttled faster, almost running to keep up with her rapid footsteps.
Lady Ponce'beast raced-or rather walked in a quick but dignified manner-to the small, private room built into the grand staircase which swept up from the first level of the spa. Once there, she gave a furtive look from side to side, making sure no one was around, before she rapped quickly three times in succession on the small, round green door.
There was silence for a moment, then, slowly the door swung open revealing an extremely corpulent Sensorian. He was wearing a black uniform which could barely contain his bulk and sitting on a small chair which looked like it might break at any moment. Behind him was a tiny room with a small viewscreen built into one wall.
”Yes?” The look in his pink and purple eyes was mildly interested.
Lady Ponce'beast took a deep breath. ”I need to make a call.”
”That's forbidden,” the night porter said flatly. ”As you well know, Mistress.”
”Yes, but I can pay the price.” Lady Ponce'beast tugged at her slave, dragging him closer. ”You know I can.”
”Very well.” The Sensorian nodded. ”Get on with it then.”
”You heard him!” Lady Ponce'beast shoved the hapless slave under the skirt of her purple dress. ”Get on with it! And make it quick.”
Afterwards, when the Sensorian was nicely pink, he allowed her the use of the small viewscreen at the back.
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